Gabriel's Redemption

“I’m happy you and Gabriel are having a baby. Whether I move to Harvard or not, I’m hoping you’ll let me be the aged, eccentric godmother who purchases outrageous gifts and feeds the child things that aren’t good for him.”

 

 

“I’d like nothing more.” Julia squeezed Katherine’s hand just as Gabriel returned with coffee.

 

He glanced between the two women. “What’s going on?”

 

Katherine lifted her wine glass, saluting him. “I was just telling Julianne that I accept the distinguished appointment as your baby’s godmother.”

 

 

 

Just before bed, Julia asked Gabriel about his conversation with Professor Martin.

 

Gabriel stared up at the ceiling.

 

“It went better than expected, but I doubt he’ll ever forgive me.”

 

Julia rested her head on his chest. “I’m sorry.”

 

“He thinks I stabbed him and the entire department in the back. Although the fact that I married you seems to have ameliorated his low opinion of me. Perhaps once he learns we’re pregnant, his anger will cool a little more.”

 

“How do you feel about him?”

 

Gabriel shrugged. “He was a friend. I’m sorry we had a falling out, but I’m not sorry for what I did. I’d do it again.”

 

Julia sighed. “Well, the day wasn’t a total loss. I enjoyed watching my fellow graduate students react to your arrival.”

 

Gabriel’s lips twitched. “Oh, really? And how did they react?”

 

Julia rolled onto her stomach. “Like they’d never seen a hot professor before. You made quite an impression in your turtleneck.”

 

“Ah, yes, the turtleneck. Turtles have that effect on people.”

 

“It’s the man they were admiring. And I was proud to be with you.” She laced the edges of the sheet between her fingers. “But there are still rumors going around.”

 

“Oh, really?” Gabriel lifted her chin so he could make eye contact.

 

“Zsuzsa told me that some of the grad students have been saying that you got me into the program.”

 

“Bastards,” Gabriel spat. “This is Christa’s fault.”

 

“Not entirely. We made our choices and we have to live with them.”

 

“The reality of what happened and what they’re saying is poles apart.”

 

“That’s true. But you’ll be interested to know that now they’re gossiping about Christa.”

 

Gabriel gazed at her with cautious interest. “Christa? Why?”

 

“Sean, one of the PhD students in my department, has a friend at Columbia. He said that the department forced Christa out. None of the faculty would agree to supervise her.”

 

Gabriel’s eyebrows lifted. “Really? When I was in New York, Lucia mentioned that Katherine complained about Christa’s behavior in Oxford. But I doubt her dismissal had anything to do with us. Lucia also said that her work wasn’t very good.”

 

“It’s possible she didn’t get along with the Dante specialists in that department. They can be mercurial.” Julia winked at her husband slyly.

 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Gabriel sniffed.

 

“Sean said that Christa is on her way to do her PhD in Geneva.”

 

“Geneva doesn’t have its own doctoral program in Italian. They’re part of a consortium.”

 

“That’s where she’s headed, if the rumors are to be believed.”

 

Gabriel shook his head. “If she’d just focused on her work at Toronto and not become fixated on me, she’d probably still be there. Her original application and writing sample were very good. It was her machinations that were her downfall. Then she made the colossal error of going up against Katherine. That made Lucia nervous.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Katherine is one of the best in her field. If anyone wants to publish in Dante studies, or write a grant for support, or try to get a job, people look to her for her opinion. If she approves of you, she’ll say so. If she doesn’t, she’ll say that, too. No one wants to alienate her in case they need her support some day. That includes Lucia and her department.”

 

Julia pursed her lips.

 

“I didn’t want Christa’s life to be ruined. I just wanted her to leave us alone.”

 

“She did this to herself. She had several opportunities to rethink her choices, and she didn’t. No one made her go to Oxford and try to sabotage you, or to do mediocre work at Columbia.”

 

“I suppose you’re right.” Julia rested her head on the pillow. “Academia is the strangest place.”

 

“Bit like Mars, really. Except with more sex.”

 

Julia laughed. “I’m glad Katherine approves of me. I shudder to think what would happen if she didn’t.”

 

“Me, too. But in any case, I’ll speak to Greg Matthews and make sure the rumors about us are quashed.”

 

“Don’t call in a favor for that. I might need his help with something else.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Katherine thinks I need to take a maternity leave. She wants me to speak to Cecilia about it.”

 

Gabriel stroked the arches of her eyebrows with his fingers.

 

“And what do you want?”